Hikikomori And The Rental Sister: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
She stays in her bed, busy with nightmares of her own.In my head, the lingering echoes of a singing cardinal. The morning my son died the cardinal sang for only a minute or two, but in my nightmare she sings forever, on and on, never tiring, never a pause, an endless repeat of whoops and chirps, a rhythm and melody with no resolution, and I have no power to move forward or back; I am forced to sit and watch and listen until my mind can take no more, until an invisible biological process squirts chemicals through my blood, waking me up alone in my bed, nobody to comfort me when I scream.The night is at its blackest. The wind wails against the window, trying to slither in. Even the wind needs refuge and relief from the cold.I feel my way to the window and raise the shade. Snow, stained orange from the sodium lamps, covers the street. The plows have not yet come. Everything looks soft and peaceful. But the wind still blows.I turn away from the snow and he is standing in the middle of my room, looking up at me.
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